Isolated and Scared

Prologue: Getting serious

I have been held down too long. I am already tired of VOW sticking me in mundane openers and I am so sick of people in general telling me what is ‘right with my attitude’ anymore. I made the change and the choice. What is so wrong with owning up to who I really am? If VOW wants to keep sticking me in places I don’t belong with scrub bitches I don’t belong with? Well then, it is time to teach them all a lesson. It needs to be taught.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=--=-=-

Scene: The Isolation Chamber

Failure. Wannabe. Liar. Extortionist.

They all flashed across my vision as I just sat there, staring at blank walls. All words I have tried to put out of my mind with the result being failure. Maybe ricky was right, maybe my father was right. Maybe I was just some washed up woman in need of guidance.

I got you.

Three words that have held me together lately on the verge of falling apart. Aries...he was a man that deserves much better than me. Yet he is still around, still here for me.

I rather people leave me alone.

I have been sitting in Miami, hidden from the world. People do not know all of the hiding places I have, they do not know that I am smarter than normal...that my mind all be it shattered right now can and will mend. I needed to focus, I needed to concentrate, so I went to the one place I could hide that no one would question me for. I was just sitting in the room, camera off. I had to do this, it was the only thing keeping me alive at this point. At this point, it didn’t matter much to me what was going on...only that I get back in that ring. I reached up, turning the camera on, I had a lot I needed to say.

Dazi: “You know, for the longest time people have always doubted me. If it wasn’t my so called friends, it was my pathetic family. Back then, I couldn’t have cared less what folks thought of me. Only that survival was key. It is now. VOW, a cut throat business, the place where the best competition resides. Honestly, my mind has not been in the game. Honestly I could sit and make all the fucking excuses I want to make. It will not change the fact that my first few matches were not my best. That all changes. Now, that all changes.”

I ran my fingers through my hair. Those words just flooded my brain, but I had to cut through it, had to focus.

Dazi: “Erin, I saw what you said on twitter about being ready for me. All of the tape you have to study, all the in ring ability. Does it tell you what the mind is thinking as each move is completed? Does it tell you what rage and anguish is in the mind or soul of a person? No, because in the time between matches things happen. It happens and it molds a person. It shapes who they are to their core. Erin, for being a rookie here in VOW, you are no rookie to wrestling. Neither am I.”

I brought my knees to my chest...memories of my father coming back. Oh that bastard….what people do not know they can not contain. There were so many things I never said about my father or brother. But now? Now was the thing I needed, those memories were what I needed to motivate me because I honestly had no motivation left.

Dazi: “Erin, you have not traced my lineage, you have not traced my recent matches backward. Hell, you have not done as much homework as you think. Because you do not know who you are truly facing. Yes, I do have things to prove to the VOW roster and management. I will not lie about that. I also will not lie that the time for restraint is over. I am the type now that does not need my crooked manager to let loose and spill blood. As much as he thought puppet strings could be pulled...he will have to find me. Until such a time, I can focus on you Erin. How much blood I could spill, how much of your career I want shortened.”

I took a heavy sigh, needing something, anything. I then heard clanging from above. I was found.

Dazi: “See you soon Erin.”

I turned the camera off so there was no light and snatched the film from the camera. Then I sat there in silence, hoping they would not find the door that was hidden. More banging and then? Silence. That was both good and bad. I heard the door open, my worst nightmare coming true as he just stood in front of me…

Stevenson: “Time to come home.”